I was reading Con Chapman's "On the Campaign Trail With the Fruit-in-Bra Candidate" this morning. A good read btw, and I wanna offer a little feedback and support....

Your post was just peachy, not corny at all. But you do seem a little melon-cauli...flower. Orange you glad your flaxen-haired boy didn't like bananas? But you can't beet yourself up over it. After all, you were in a pickle. The proverbial leeky boat. And besides, where others might have just sat and stewed, you got in there and stirred things up!

Some people might make hash out of it, but "what the hay", I say. Some say poe-tay-toe, some say poe-tah-toe... either way you slice it you still gotta break some eggs to make an omelet, right? Separate the wheat from the chaff. When life hands you lemons, make lemon-aid!

Truthfully, someday you'll look back on this thyme with fondue memories. You'll savor all this with relish. These are your salad days.

So forget the cheesy mango with the ripe tomatoes, he was no good for you-- rotten to the core. He was just a cheap huskster and that Angela-- well, let's just say they were like two peas in a pod. And just plain nuts to boot. They were just spoilin' for truffle. The whole thing was just goulash. You don't need that on your plate.

Besides, you gotta remember: you don't work for peanuts anymore. No more cuttin' up with the boys-- you deserve a real celery! Life is a bowl of cherries and you've earned your just deserts!

Chick pea, you gotta stand for something. You can't be shallot. Peel back those onion layers and get a whiff of what's happening. Cry a little if you have to. You gotta slice it and dice it until you get to the root of the issue.

Don't be like Scarlett with Taragon! You can't just let things simmer and simmer. Though you might blanch at the thought, you have to turn up the heat and bring it to a boil. Remember, if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!

Politics in this country is like Mom and apple pie-- a little crusty around the edges and filled with syrupy, lukewarm fruits and nuts on the inside. And somewhere in that gooey morass, there's a little bit of happiness to be found.